Charley & Quinn [ON HOLD]

Chapter 6: Breaking Skulls

Quinn

*flashback*

She was gone. Charley was gone. Her face disappeared from the window, leaving me alone.

In a matter of seconds, my heart was being ripped from my chest. My muscles felt like fire was pumping through them at the thought of someone hurting Charley, at the thought of her suffering.

Suddenly, my mind was working with my body, and I was slamming my feet against the ground, approaching the front door. Fists curled into tight balls, I start slamming them against the door, "CHARLEY! CHARLEY OPEN UP!"

Nothing.

I look for another way in, running to the side of the house, I see the window where I last saw Charley. I slam my hands down on them, not caring whether they break. Who would ever dare hurt my Charley? The girl who I love so much? No one touches her without facing me, no one.

I look for the slimy, old man who attacked her, but there's no moving figure in sight. My adrenaline kicks in, forcing me around to the front door again. This time, I fully force my body into the door, each time hitting harder and harder.

Nothing happens. Not even a crack.

I hit again, give my all into the door, but it's still doesn't budge.

I slide down the ratty door that peeled with red paint, my legs finally giving in as my back hits the door in hopelessness. For a few moments, everything is quite. I can't stand it. My head inbeds into the door a few times before I find myself squeezing my eyes tightly shut, surpressing the tears that threaten to escape.

Tears slide down my cheeks and I feel powerless. My breath is hot and ragged as I taste the salty liquid on my lips.

I scratch my head, what the hell am I suppose to do?

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I am snapped out of my trance when Jim comes up to me, waving his hands in my face. My body still wet from swimming practice, "hey man, what's going on? You were all whacked out during training. Want to grab lunch and have a heart-to-heart?," Jim attempts a joke, but I don't laugh.

I never laugh at Jims jokes, it's kind of sad really.

Poor guy.

I shake my head and walk off, numb from yesterday's event.

Charley wasn't at school for first period art. She never misses art.

As I'm walking into the main school hallway, my bag drooping at my side, I hear a small, faint voice behind me.

"Quinn, can I talk to you outside?"

I turn around, and the face that stares at me is so pale, and Charley looks like she could break at any moment. I look at her for what seems forever, and I take in all of her. Her soft brown hair and chocolates eyes, her pink, pouty lips, and then I see it. There's are large, bruise leaching on her arm, and I just look at it. She's tried to cover it with makeup, but I see it.

My arms stretch out slowly, and I pull her body closer to mine, not caring about the zombie-like by passers.

"Charley, what did he do to you?" I whisper in her ear as I hold her tightly, feeling her chest slowly rising and falling against mine.

I hear Charley sobbing softly against me, and that's when I know I'm breaking skulls.

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Charley

The last thing I was expecting was to be engulfed in a familiar, warm hug. Maybe I was hoping for it, but since when do my hopes turn into reality? I guess the most of me was hitting the cold hard floor and expecting the worst. Maybe a lecture, or a series of questions, anything to try and squeeze as much information out of me as possible.